Spark

There are so many words in our universe. Words that are created a new every day, and
in every moment. Yet, out of all of
those words I cannot seem to form any that can express the stories, the
feelings that need to be expressed. The
feelings of love and of hate, as well as the feelings of anger and excitement;
the very rush within my veins at the emergence of a new thought.

Humankind has been trying to express their thoughts for centuries, trying with words and
art to express that tiny idea, that tiny spark inside. We cage ourselves, however, with rules and
structures, placing limits to these ‘tiny sparks’ with silly things like words
which only hinder rather than help the expression. Though these are all that we have, and we
must work with them.

I wonder…have the very words needed…already been
erased? Have they been torn up, in
frustration, and thrown away. That tiny
spark obliterated? All it takes is one
spark, one spark to light a fire.

Loves

In seconds I will age in years
In minutes I will shoulder all of my fears
In days I will fight through the tears
And I will cry out your names 'my dears'